Chapter 142: The Buddha Sect Qingzhuo Kneel Down! 8K Chapter
Chapter 142 Buddhism is pure and turbid, kneel down! (8K big chapter)
The Western Desert is an ancient sacred land with too many legends. Buddhists are everywhere and have devout beliefs. It is a place close to the gods.
Amitabha, the great emperor, had great wisdom, great compassion, and great perseverance. He left too many legends here. He once made great aspirations, walked through every inch of land on foot, preached in person, and spread the branches, which made Buddhism the glory it is today.
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On Mount Sumeru, the sound of bells sounded from the magnificent Great Thunder Sound Temple. It was solemn and majestic, like the roar of a lion or the long cry of a roc, awakening the monks one after another.
"Amitabha, the inheritance mark of the third disciple of the World Honored One has dimmed. He was robbed by others, but he did not convert him into my Buddhist disciple. This is an anomaly and a change."
In the temple, an old monk with a withered body and wearing a red and yellow cassock opened his eyes, received enlightenment, and noticed the changes in the Buddhist inheritance.
Behind him, among the nine golden Buddha statues, one suddenly dimmed and actually had cracks. Looking closely, it was the same as the one Li Yu had encountered, only more compassionate, more solemn, and a little more solemn.
An indescribable Buddha nature.
"The lost original eight tones have appeared again. They are the supreme heavenly treasure of my Buddhism. There will never be any room for loss."
"For too long, we and other temples have each held one tone, but they can't get past the fifth of the eight tones. The remaining three tones have been lost. One of the tones was in the hands of the fighting Buddha. I never thought that this tone was actually born in the world.
Donghuang."
Outside the door, Buddha's chants rang one after another, and two old monks came. They both had bright golden bodies, Buddha lights behind their heads, and solemn treasures.
"Kneel down!"
"Oh? There is an extramarital visitor coming to our temple and looking at the Buddha statues in the Agama Temple?"
Boom! He caught up with him and kicked him, sending the old monk flying hundreds of feet away. One of his arm bones was broken.
However, as they traveled westward, they were getting closer and closer to Mount Sumeru.
In the deepest part of the temple, there are several old monks sitting cross-legged in the ancient temple, bathing in the glory of the Buddha, with solemn treasures, motionless.
Bang! He punched out wildly, and the entire pestle exploded, breaking into two pieces on the spot. The strong wind tore the temple apart, causing the old monk to stumble and look shocked.
"Every corner is filled with the power of wishes, so majestic, it is the back-up left by Emperor Amitabha."
He didn't look like a young man at all, but rather like an unparalleled overlord. He moved all directions with one punch, and his energy was frightening. He raised his hand and crushed the Buddha's light to pieces, causing the whole temple to rumble like thunder.
"The Buddha statue is cracked? No! He wants to take away the Nirvana Sutra!"
The old monk's face was distorted, and his will to survive was extremely strong. Even if he was kneeling here, he still had to finish his words.
With a bang, he turned into a divine lion, roared loudly, and the mountains all around shook. The profound magic seal was shot, and it collided with the monstrous white flames set off by Li Yu.
"On the Ayu Plateau, it is said that an eminent monk who attained Taoism sat here in the past and transformed himself into Taoism, which improved the environment of this world and made this place a wonderful land."
Li Yu put away the Nirvana Sutra and made up his mind to kill here. This kind of hypocrisy is more hateful than a real villain.
He practices Buddhism, sees his mind clearly, has a unique sense of gentleness and compassion, and the light in the back of his head is pure and uncontaminated by distracting thoughts. He is a true practitioner.
"The Agama Temple, the clues from the Nirvana Sutra point to the original Agama Temple. I don't know how this one was rebuilt."
They walked along the way and saw many temples, all of which were quiet and peaceful. The more places like this, the more the power of wish flowed, until it flowed like a big river.
However, the young monk's eyes flickered slightly, and he did not leave in a hurry, but just watched.
The Buddha conquered the heavens and the earth, and eradicated all the suffering in the world, but he could not overcome the human heart, and could not survive this long world of mortals.
But at this moment, they can't calm down. The eight tones of the supreme secret of Buddhism appear in this world, but they are still a missing note that they have not mastered on Mount Sumeru. They are eager to gather together and master this secret technique.
When he went deeper, he realized that the palaces here were stacked up one after another and were far larger and more magnificent than what he saw from the outside world.
Li Yu's fists opened and closed widely, and he could pull up mountains with his raised hands. The demon-subduing pestle whined when he hit it, and the Buddhist magic weapon could no longer bear it.
In the peaceful and prosperous times, a great demon appeared in the Eastern Wasteland. He did not even accept the salvation of the third disciple of the World Honored One, but instead took away the original Eight Sounds. This was intolerable to Buddhism, and the Eight Sounds must be taken back.
Li Yu's fist shook and the blood stains dispersed. He looked at the young monk in surprise.
"Then let's set off. It's best not to stay in that place for a long time, and don't enter Mount Sumeru."
The two of them fought hand to hand and overturned the roof of the palace, shattering it into pieces and cracking like rain.
The old Taoist priest glanced at the broken Buddha statue and couldn't help but pondered.
According to legend, this is one of the holy temples of Buddhism. Emperor Amitabha once stopped here to talk, and it became a place of pilgrimage for this reason.
How many years have passed since the ancient Agama Temple was destroyed? How come there are still visitors from other lands coming to observe it?
"Perhaps it has something to do with the great demon mentioned on Mount Sumeru recently. He has taken away the original Eight Sounds and must come to the Western Desert for a trip."
There are mountains, water, and quite a few deserts here, but that’s not all. There are large areas of fertile soil, vast mountains and rivers, and there is no lack of aura and grand scenery.
"You are totally hypocritical and should be punished!"
"However, this Western Desert is about to go on a journey. This sound is related to the Nirvana Sutra, and there are indeed clues pointing to the Agama Temple."
However, the visitor recognized the ancient Buddha statue in Agama Temple at a glance, which still concerned him, because it was related to the Nirvana Sutra of the Supreme Heavenly Power in the West Desert in the past.
He believes that all this is related to the great demon in the Eastern Wasteland. It must be the bloody storm caused by the other party. It is a bad fate for the original eight tones to fall into his hands. If he finds the Nirvana Sutra again, the disaster will be even worse.
Unthinkable.
Each gesture turned into runes, jumping up and down in the void, flickering, and connected to form a figure, with hands forming enlightenment seals, and a compassionate smile on his face.
They brought the Agama Buddha statue back, rebuilt the Agama Temple, and even stayed here all the time, just for this scripture. How can we sit back and watch it fall into the hands of people from outside the world now?
The old monk took two steps, then burst into laughter, jumped into the air, and rushed directly to the main hall. There was no room for any loss in the Nirvana Sutra.
This Buddha statue is actually changing, its posture is different with every breath, as if it is alive and performing something.
It's really interesting that he watched the old monk fall without taking any action, and only appeared at this moment.
However, it faded away with the demise of Agama Temple. Only a few scriptures and meanings have been handed down, which are incomplete.
"Young man, you have to calm down and don't kill me! I am stationed here under the will of Mount Xumi. If you kill me, there will be no place for you in the entire Western Desert!"
"Unless the big demon is an ancient sage, it would be impossible for him to arrive in the Western Desert so quickly. It's probably a coincidence, but we can't relax and pay attention to them all the time."
Li Yu pondered and decided to give it a try. If it didn't work, he would just explore the location of the ruins here.
Since ancient times, the Western Desert has been extremely exclusive, and only Buddhism is respected in such a large area. It is conceivable how terrifying such a force will develop.
"The six-character mantra and the eight original tones are the highest mysteries of Buddhism, but hiding the Buddhist sound that can save people's hearts in the inheritance, trying to force people to convert, even if they give up the inheritance, they still have to save it. This kind of move is too much."
It becomes not a doctrine, but a human heart.
"Amitabha, that person did not accept salvation and did not take refuge in my Buddha. He took the Eight Sounds by force and destroyed the Buddha statue left by the third disciple of the World Honored One. This person has an evil bond with my Buddhist sect and is a great demon.
puff!
Li Yu crushed him with force, his body and blood filled the sky, and his punches hit the flesh. The old monk was so beaten that he coughed up blood and flew backwards. The shape of the divine lion was destroyed.
Li Yu didn't want to talk nonsense and just strode closer. He was leaving today to see who could stop him.
"Amitabha, you need to know how to let go in life. The donor left a scripture and handed over the source stone for building this Buddha statue, then turned around and left."
"Amitabha!"
"If we can kill to stop the war and make the world peaceful, the old monk is willing to be a sinner, even if his hands are stained with blood. Amitabha, I would like to apologize to the Buddha first."
The leading monk on the side also turned his eyes and shouted: "This person wants to take the heavenly power of our temple by force. I am weak and cannot stop him. Please take charge!"
"Mount Sumeru is really different."
Whoosh!
At this time, with the arrival of Li Yu, several old monks opened their eyes, as if they could break through the layers of the palace and saw him. At this time, the pillars, walls, etc. could not stop him, and there was an image between the two sides.
There is only Buddha's light and nothing else.
Li Yu smiled and inquired about the Agama Temple, and found that this temple was also related to the most basic scripture of Buddhism, the Agama Sutra, which is the foundation building method of the Buddha.
Before leaving, Li Yu also sent a message to the Jiang family, telling them that they were going to the Western Desert and that an ancient sage was protecting them, so they naturally had nothing to worry about.
Nearby, a young monk wearing moon-white robes spoke up and mentioned the recent changes on Mount Sumeru.
The body of the human king is dazzling, with both the majesty of a god and the unique majesty of a king, as if he is sitting cross-legged in the sky, overlooking the human world.
"This Buddha statue was brought from the ruins of the real Agama Temple. It is the great sage who has been enshrined in the past and is the third disciple of Buddha."
The followers of Mount Sumeru also had the idea of rebuilding the Agama Temple, but they just needed a righteous name.
The surrounding believers were horrified when they saw it. They did not expect that the host would be beaten so miserably that they even knelt in front of the Buddha statue in Agama Temple.
The power of the entire Western Desert does not come from one person, but from the pure thought power of hundreds of millions of creatures over the ages, which has been continuously accumulated and sublimated.
"After you learn this magical technique, you will not be peaceful when walking in the Western Desert in the future. I am afraid that Buddhist disciples from Mount Sumeru will come to find you and bring this inheritance back.
At the end, he smiled and shook his head. He was very unhappy with some of the monks in the Western Desert. Apparently some things happened in the past, which made the old Taoist see clearly the hypocrisy of those people.
The old monk shook his head. The Eastern Wasteland is so far away from the Western Desert, and there is Zhongzhou in between. Unless he is an ancient sage, no one can come here so quickly.
"Amitabha, it's useless to talk too much. You destroyed the Buddha's statue and stole scriptures. The pure land of Buddhism will not be able to bear the light of swords and shadows. I hope the donor will make his own decision."
This is a yellowed ancient scroll. I can’t tell what kind of material it is made of. It looks like animal skin or ancient cloth. It looks like an ancient relic from a very long time ago.
"The inheritance of Agama Temple is actually the Nirvana Sutra of the Supreme Heavenly Power of the West Desert?"
"Donor, I have one more thing to say, I hope you will keep it in mind. Although the Agama Temple was rebuilt, it is no longer the believers it once was. It was taken over by the monks who came down from Mount Sumeru, and their behavior is quite different. The real Agama Temple has long faded away.
went."
In the temple built of bluestones, Li Yu has his feet on Kyushu, carrying the blue sky on his back, and his whole body is soaked in the morning glow, making it look gorgeous.
The old monk was very kind and told the news truthfully without concealing it.
In the Western Desert, the entire area is full of Buddhists. Even if other lineages can enter, it is difficult for them to become the mainstream. They will be secretly excluded until they are eliminated. Temples can be seen everywhere here, like lotus flowers everywhere.
"Having said so much, aren't you still greedy because of the Nirvana Sutra in my hand? Do you deserve to be called a Buddhist practitioner and the abbot of this temple?"
He quite agrees with the words of the old Taoist priest. After all, the ugliness on Mount Xumi was most vividly displayed after Huahua appeared. It can be said that it directly destroyed the pure land of true Buddhist practitioners, polluted the Qingming, and made it muddy.
Without stopping too much, he headed directly towards the Ayu Plateau, which is deep in the Western Desert and not too far away from Mount Sumeru.
The radiance of Buddha nature rises one after another, and the power of aspiration flies in all directions. When they gather together, it can be said that the light is so bright that other people cannot see it, but the two people who are proficient in the art of earth master can clearly feel it.
"Amitabha, the benefactor did this and slaughtered the monks. Even though I am here as a guest, I have to take action. I will personally take this scroll of scripture back to Mount Sumeru."
Deep in the temple, an old monk sitting cross-legged heard the report from the side and couldn't help but open his eyes with a look of surprise.
"If Western Desert Buddhism knew about the reappearance of the lost original eight tones, most of them would go crazy. Their enthusiasm for this is beyond imagination. There are even rumors that the scriptures of Amitabha the Great were derived from the original eight tones.
Older times."
Especially since such a force also gave birth to the great emperor Amitabha and the arrival of Sakyamuni, it is not an exaggeration to call it the most powerful Yakuza force in the world today.
And with the resources of an entire large region and the talented people supporting one extreme force, it will naturally become stronger than imagined. There will even be many talented people, all of whom are returning home. This is one of the reasons why other forces are afraid of the Western Desert and do not want to come here.
"Nirvana Sutra, if the person who built the temple saw the miserable scene now, I'm afraid he would be angry and punish him."
The old Taoist priest looked at this lush and lush plateau and couldn't help but sigh. The world is always like this. Not all people in a group are black or white. There are hypocrites in Buddhism, but there are also true masters.
Alan Ancient Temple is a temple with a long history. I don’t know how many thousands of years it has existed. The temple has collapsed and been repaired, and the incense has always continued.
Li Yu activated the original eight-tone brand, concentrated on meditation, and blended with the ancient scrolls and Buddha's light.
"My supreme heavenly power in the West Desert has finally appeared in this world. How can I let people from outside the world steal it? I destroyed the Buddha statues in our temple and can't leave so easily."
The water of Buddhism is very deep. Although we all respect Amitabha, there are many schools and the teachings have conflicts in the process of evolution.
It would be better for him to be without these two people. The credit for the Nirvana Sutra and the credit for conquering demons all belong to him.
On the other side, the imprint of the original eight tones in Li Yu's body trembled. He quietly watched the posture of the Great Buddha of Agama Temple gradually change.
The leading monk on the side was overjoyed, with greed in his eyes.
Buddhist Dharma Seal, Fearless Lion Seal!
He stared at the old monk, feeling inexplicably sad for the Agama Temple, and that he would be exploited after his death.
The monks in the West Desert are confident that the future Bodhisattva Awakening, the head of the Eighteen Buddhas, will not be weaker than any of the top geniuses in the world, and must be the most powerful group.
Li Yu smiled inexplicably, took out the Origin Stone and gave it to the monk, and then entered the rebuilt Ahan Ancient Temple.
This most ancient fairy mountain is not only famous in the Beidou Star Region, but also has endless legends in other ancient star regions. It represents the foundation of Buddhism and is of great significance.
"Those who don't know life and death, today I will smash your crooked evil ways!"
In front of the ancient temple, many people burn incense and worship seriously. The smoke curls up, full of Buddha nature, and permeates this ancient land. It is full of aspiration.
Li Yu shook his head. With this kind of behavior, even people who don't have a bad impression of Buddhism will find it difficult to have a favorable impression. No one is willing to lose themselves and be transformed into a Buddhist protector.
But when Li Yu looked back, a stream of light flew out with a flick of his finger, piercing through his head and completely shattering, annihilating every inch into ashes.
Li Yu sneered, raised his hand and crushed it down. Like a big millstone, it completely crushed the old monk's body.
"What's going on in the Western Desert? What does it have to do with me?"
"roll!"
The old monk persuaded, and with a compassionate look, he directly blocked the entrance of the temple. The surrounding monks gathered and surrounded the place.
And without the imprint of the third tone of the original eight tones, naturally it cannot touch this inheritance. However, the founder of the year probably did not expect that the Agama Temple would perish due to a sudden change. Even the eight tones were lost and were never passed down.
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He searched all the way, activating the imprint of the original eight tones in his body, his whole body became solemn, and he finally felt a echo in the center of the palace.
The old monk wearing red and yellow cassocks whispered, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, which made all the monks who arrived awed.
Seeing him stop, the monk who was leading the way also stopped. Inexplicably, he felt that the person in front of him was highly cultivated and gave him a solemn feeling as if he were facing the statue of Buddha.
"Today, it is time for the eighteen Buddhist disciples of my sect to enter the world and practice. With the blessing of the six-character mantra, they can walk in this world of mortals, sow causes and effects, and communicate with outstanding people in the other four realms."
"The Buddha statue is cracked?!"
"Amitabha, a demon appears in the Eastern Desert, but it is our disaster in the Western Desert. Everyone, we must work together."
Before leaving, the old monk reminded me that the Agama Temple is now the territory of Mount Sumeru, and the teachings have changed drastically and are very exclusive, so be careful.
He hurriedly sent a message to the old monk in the depths. Such a change was no longer within his ability to handle.
Li Yu's eyes gradually grew colder, and silver-white flames steamed up from his body, turning into swords clanging into the sky.
Looking through the scriptures, there are many ancient characters on the yellowed ancient scrolls, which are densely packed, about thousands of words, explaining the mystery of life and death, and explaining the mystery of rebirth. It is very difficult and difficult to fully understand.
Li Yu grabbed the old monk and swept his legs with one leg, breaking both of his legs. He knelt down in front of the Buddha statue in Agama Temple, bleeding.
He has received the inheritance from the third disciple of the World Honored One and will definitely come to the Western Desert to search for the Nirvana Sutra of the past. He may cause an unprecedented chaos. We must prepare early. If his demonic nature can be eliminated, it is best to become a protector of our religion. good."
Li Yu took a look at the Buddha statue on Mount Xumi that had been enshrined there, and couldn't help but shake his head. The struggle within Buddhism is so fierce, and it is far from the pure land that the world thinks.
"The host was killed! Kneel down and die in front of the Buddha statue in Agama Temple!"
He was also smart when he arrived. When he saw Li Yu staring at a Buddha in the main hall, he introduced it and introduced it. It was brought from the real ancient Agama Temple in the past.
This is a piece of immeasurable light, almost penetrating the sky and the earth. The light rain gathers thousands of feet, and has an immortal aura. It is very sacred and pure. It is the unique power of faith in the Western Desert.
"ah!!!"
At this moment, an old monk flew up and as soon as he landed, he put on two big hats and pointed directly at the Nirvana Sutra.
There are two words on the open book: Nirvana.
In fact, he concealed some of the scenes he saw when he was enlightened. At a quick glance, he saw blood flowing into rivers in the Western Desert, Buddhist temples in ruins, Bodhisattvas lying on their corpses, and Buddhas bleeding.
Li Yu's eyebrows stretched out after hearing this. The elder of Qishi Mansion did not admit his mistake. There was indeed a clue to the Nirvana Sutra here, but it was rather obscure and pointed to the Agama Temple in the Western Desert.
The old monk stood up suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he was extremely excited.
The old monk roared loudly and took out a demon-subduing pestle. Golden light shot out, and it suddenly expanded a hundred feet and suppressed it. It was like a small hill and was extremely heavy.
The monks shuddered and fled in panic. Especially the monk who had led the way before was crawling tremblingly, trying to get out.
"Amitabha, why did the donor come here to destroy the Buddha statues in our temple and steal the inheritance of heavenly power from our temple?"
Li Yu's heart was like a knife, and he directly cut away these complicated thoughts, and turned to look at the temple. The word "Alan" was engraved on the plaque, which had accumulated over the years.
In the distance, the lingering sound of ancient temple bells can purify people's souls and sway their minds. They can't help but want to convert to Buddhism, want to go forward to worship, and then escape into Buddhism.
He flew out, raised his fist and struck forward, commanding the nine heavens and ten earth. His body was covered in white clothes, and he came out of the dust world. His eyes were as sharp as a sword from heaven.
It's just that Li Yu's expression was a little strange, because he found that the big Buddha in the Agama Temple had been moved to one side, and the Buddha statue of Mount Xumi was enshrined in the center.
"Amitabha, if the donor wants to find the real Agama Temple in the past, I'm afraid it will be difficult. It was completely destroyed due to changes ten thousand years ago. However, there are also Buddhists from Mount Xumi who have rebuilt it on the Ayu Plateau. Adjacent.”
The old Taoist priest pointed in the direction of the Western Desert. He had also been to the Western Desert in the past, but he didn't like the atmosphere there, so he never stayed.
At this time, the Buddha's shadow became more and more solid. It was actually resonating with the original eight tones and slowly emitting light. Then it actually cracked and split into two. A smaller golden Buddha fell out and transformed into another A scroll of scripture flew towards Li Yu.
Mount Sumeru, with its majestic name, is the highest immortal land of Buddhism. There are too many legends about it, leaving endless mysteries in the world.
Racing all the way, they went deep into the hinterland of the Western Desert and saw an ancient city on the Ayu Plateau, which was very huge and magnificent.
Even if one does not accept the inheritance of the eight original sounds, the Buddha's sounds will still continue to be transformed, which is called 'destined'.
The indestructible body of the Buddhist Vajra cannot stop the physical attacks of the human king, which is not enough.
The monk who was leading the way was shocked, how could such a change happen?
He obtained the third note of the eight original notes, which was inherited by the third disciple of the former Blessed One, but failed to save him and was destroyed by life and swallowed into his body.
"This is a scripture from the Agama Temple. What does it have to do with your Mount Sumeru? You even dared to steal the place of enshrinement and neglected the rightful owner, but now you are taking it by force in the name of righteousness. Faced with
Does this Buddha statue have no regrets in its heart?"
Even the Jiang family and the Guhua Dynasty were never so powerful as to dominate one area in this world, but Buddhism is different. It has always dominated one area since the generation of Amitabha Buddha.
Li Yu's heart moved when he heard this, and there were inexplicable waves. Could it be that the monks on Mount Xumi also discovered the secret of the Nirvana Sutra?
The purpose of rebuilding the Agama Temple and taking over its management is to find out the complete supreme heavenly power of the past.
The young monk on the side laughed and took off his hat to cut off the Nirvana Sutra.
The old monk roared, his golden body shook, he looked like a lion, and made a sound like a landslide and a tsunami.
Of course, they will not trade with you, but will convert you. Failure to convert them means they are enemies of the Buddha, and it’s time to slay the demons."
The newly built Agama Temple is located behind this huge city, but the incense is far less popular than before, and there is almost no one there.
Suddenly, the sound of Zen singing rang out and melodiously spread among the temples. It was extremely mysterious. There was a mysterious energy flowing, which possessed the mysteries of creation that surpassed the heaven and earth. It was mysterious and mysterious.
The old monk in cassock whispered the name of Buddha, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
More importantly, this sound is related to the Nirvana Sutra of the Supreme Heavenly Power of the West Desert, which was passed down by the former Emperor Amitabha. It has the effect of transformation and longevity. Therefore, the monks on Mount Sumeru are extremely eager, enough to make the older generation
The monks were reborn.
Li Yu looked at them quietly and suddenly understood the meaning of the words of the old monks of Alan Ancient Temple.
The voice of an old monk came, with a solemn meaning and goodwill.
Li Yu and the old Taoist priest crossed over from the Eastern Wasteland and entered this vast land. Although it is called the Western Desert, it is not a barren desert full of golden sand.
Now, even more so, the Xumi Mountain sect has occupied the magpie's nest, made offerings to its own Buddha, and thrown it aside. If it weren't for the Nirvana Sutra, it probably wouldn't have been kept.
The old monk kept chanting Buddha's name, and struck at him with a single swoop of his big hand. He actually attacked first.
The old monk said with his hands clasped together, his face showing compassion, but it was inexplicably annoying.
This is really hard to describe. The Agama Temple was rebuilt, but the Buddha from Mount Sumeru was enshrined, and the original Buddha statue was moved to one side. It felt like selling a sheep's head to a dog's meat.
Li Yu rebuked him coldly, his vitality surged, and his blood surged like a sea, as vast as a vast ocean, sweeping behind him and drowning the big hand that came at him.
In the West Desert, the essence of heaven and earth is not as good as that of Zhongzhou, and there are not so many ancestral veins and spiritual energy of the earth flowing out, but there is a kind of purest aspiration permeating the air, which is related to Amitabha. It can be called the essence and a unique scene.
"But this is not always the case, but most of them are like this. There are fewer people with good and true nature. In the past, there were only a few people who achieved true Buddhahood. Do we still expect everyone on Mount Sumeru to become Buddhas?"
In the main hall, Li Yu ignored the monk who led the way, but carefully looked at the scriptures in his hands.
Li Yu was surprised that the real secret was in this Buddha statue. No wonder the monks in Mount Xumi brought this Buddha statue back instead of others. They also used the pretense of rebuilding the Agama Temple, but in fact they were coveting Nirvana.
The inheritance of the scriptures.
Li Yu thanked him, burned a stick of incense in front of the temple, and prepared to leave.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Suddenly, the bells of Mount Xumi rang, and all the monks were excited. The golden age was coming, and the geniuses of the Western Desert were about to be born.
Another old monk spoke, which shocked the monks. Not only were there many outstanding people in the Eastern Desert and Zhongzhou, but there were also powerful beings in the Western Desert who could compete with them.
This is the power of aspiration, strands and threads, flowing throughout the entire heaven and earth; chanting the name of Amitabha here will receive blessings, and the power of aspiration will flow out, and with countless years of blessing, it is difficult to say how majestic it is.
of clear.
Under the morning sun, with mist and mist, the ancient temple is magnificent, simple and majestic, very spectacular, like an immortal fairy palace, with the tiles and ridges tinged with a holy brilliance.
Eighteen Buddhas descend from Sumeru!
At the same time, the Eastern Wasteland and Northern Territory.
"Amitabha, the donor has real wisdom. It is rare in ancient times. He has seen the true nature of my Buddha. This is a fate. However, if you don't practice Buddhism and it is difficult to reconcile the power of your vows, it is best not to stay for a long time, as you will be easily affected."
"You are so confident? You didn't choose to run away. You are so brave."
"Wrong, it's not the flash of swords, but the river of blood."
"This ancient temple is very famous. You should be able to find out more about the Agama Temple here."
"Conquer the devil!"
He only had time to let out one last scream before his body exploded into a mass of blood mist and he knelt to death in front of the Buddha statue in Agama Temple.
It wasn't until these two people died that the young monk from behind appeared, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, looking otherworldly, but with a faint smile on his face.
"Amitabha, that's good, that's good. The donor's anger is too strong. He needs to cultivate his mind and know how to let go."
As soon as he arrived, Li Yu felt that this land was very unusual. Different from the other four realms, there was an extremely pure power flowing. Although it was subtle, it was real.
The Eighteen Buddhas are the geniuses cultivated by their West Desert Buddhist Sect. Compared with the diverse inheritances in other large areas, this area only respects Buddhism and only Buddhism. Therefore, with one heart and one mind, it is far more convenient to cultivate good seedlings than in other areas.
The monk guarding the gate smiled and whispered the name of the Buddha, telling them that people from outside the area must pay the Origin Stone to enter, but people from the Western Desert who have a predestined relationship with the Buddha do not need to do this.
Li Yu took steps towards this ancient temple. After all, they were not monks from the Western Desert. They had no way of understanding the various aspects of Agama Temple and needed to find specialized people to inquire.
Seeing this, the old Taoist priest nodded, raised his hand to tear the void, and opened up a passage from the Eastern Wasteland to the Western Desert.
"The Nirvana Sutra is really the Nirvana Sutra."
The old monk's expression did not change, he bit the destroyed Buddha statue and the Nirvana Sutra tightly, determined to keep them.
It's just that another person has to kneel in front of the Buddha statue in Agama Temple.
"Amitabha, I am one of the eighteen Buddhas on Mount Sumeru. I am the tenth Buddha in the center of the circle. I should subjugate demons. The donor should hand over the scriptures."
The tenth Buddha smiled lightly in the center of his circle, his moon-white gown rustled, and he was very confident.
I have something to do in the afternoon, so I will update more in the morning. There are 8,000 chapters, and one chapter in the afternoon is 4,000. It is no different from usual, which is equivalent to changing the order; it seems that the upper limit of two o'clock is exempted, and it will be two o'clock the day after tomorrow at two o'clock.